Kapitel 38: Branwen
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As soon as I heal her body of it's wounds, the Goddess's Magic starts recovering, and the rest starts healing on it's own.
So, I recover my hand, and move towards the broken spikes of land still scattered around me. Finding the one I wanted, I smirk, and pick up a piece of dense rock, and pocket it.
Clapping my hands together, I focus on my magic, and repair the ground. Slowly, but within a few seconds, the Earth starts repairing itself, as the spikes are reabsorbed into the ground, and the ground evens out.
It was as if the ground melted for a second, without turning hot, and then solidified, leaving only a few burning blemishes to show signs of my fight.
Then, I move on to the trees, and grow them back, adding a few more trees, because I felt bad for the land.
Now, the burn marks on the land, from the explosions, and my lightning strike, were the only things that signified that a fight even happened here.
I couldn't just make the burn marks disappear. The destructive Magic of the arrows of Pinaka was engraved in the land, in those spots. It will stay for a while, until it slowly purifies itself, or mother does it herself.
Hearing a whimper behind me, I turn back to the Goddess, who was slowly regaining consciousness, and immediately catch a knife.
Huh, damn. That was a good throw. I almost did not see it. And this knife is not Divine, but conjured.
Raising an eyebrow, I look at the gorgeous Goddess, who was now glaring at me, with one Dagger in both hands, and ask, "Is this how you always thank your rescuers, or am I special?"
The Goddess, who's name I still don't know, stays on guard, and instead asks, "Who are you?"
She keeps looking to the sides, as if someone hidden was going to attack her. Despite facing towards me, I could tell that she was ready for an attack from anywhere.
Throwing the knife in my hand away, I spread my arms, to seem as harmless as I possibly can, and say, "Greetings. My name is Theos, the son of Gaea. And who might you be?"
"A son of Danu?" the Goddess mumbles, frowning, and thinks a bit, looking away. And then, realization strikes, as she widens her eyes. She snaps her head to look back at me, and asks, "You're Danu's youngest? The one she birthed just a couple centuries ago?"
I nod, knowing that she's calling Mother by her Celtic name, Danu, and correct her, "251 years actually. But yes, I am him."
I don't, however, correct her misconception that Mother herself birthed me. I don't know her that well yet, and the less people that know about Madonna, the better.
She finally drops her hands, slowly, and smiles. Huh, she reminds me of Mother with that smile. Who the fuck is she?
Bowing a bit, the Goddess says, "Hail to thee, Lord Theos, Son of Danu. My name is Branwen, the Goddess of Love."
Well, no wonder she's hot. She's the bloody Goddess of Love!
I bow to her too, in the same way, and say, "Hail, Lady Branwen."
Once done introducing though, she again gets on guard, and asks, "There was a God I was fighting! He can be anywhere, why are you so relaxed!"
Amused, but understanding her fear, I answer, "You don't have to worry, Lady Branwen. The God you fought, and lost to, is already long gone."
Shaking her head, Branwen turns her back to me, trusting me to guard it, and argues, "You don't understand! He's capable of hiding from all manners of Spells!"
"I know, and I understand your fear. However, once you were unconscious, I fought with him. While no one won, he was forced to flee, to fight another day. And if he was still hidden, he would have attacked me while I was busy healing you." I patiently explain, and I do understand her fear.
Gods usually don't get blindsided. When it happens, it happens way too rarely. And here, Branwen, the Love Goddess, is also a Witch. So, it's shaken her more than it would have done Ares.
Branwen pauses in her place, thinking my words over, and then nods. Vanishing her daggers, she says, "We should move. It's not safe here."
Okay, so she hasn't completely believed me, but it's progress. At least she got rid of her weapons.
Smirking, as I always wanted to say this, I say, "I know a place."
And a few minutes later, both of us are sitting in a private room in Bes's bar, with one bottle of some Brandy Bes sold me, between us, along with a couple glasses.
Taking a couple drinks, she starts her tale. She says, "I was just.. minding my own business, trying to get a couple of mortals to lay together, while they were drinking in the bar." Smiling sadly, she adds, "They were extremely compatible with each other, you know. Grandson of Bran, my brother, and my great-great-granddaughter."
I once again ignore the blatant incest, as it wasn't that close of a relation to care about. If it was Bran and Branwen, then I would have judged. Big time.
Getting angry, Branwen continues, "Before I even knew what happened, I felt the ground tumble, and an explosion sent me out of the bar. Everyone was dead, or dying, and I didn't have enough time to try and heal them." She doesn't cry though, despite being pained to remember those memories.
She's a Goddess, a few hundred thousand years old. She doesn't exactly have tears left to cry, when it comes to mortals.
Will I become the same way? Who knows.
Anyway, she clenches her fists, getting angered, and downs another drink. She says, "The bastard was waiting for me to recover, but did not give a fuck about the mortals, so he fired 2 more of those Divine Arrows at the bar, and one at me. I tried fighting him, but he was superior to me in every way. And I was knocked unconscious. What happened after that?"
I take a sip of my drink, and explain the happenings that led me to finding her unconscious body. I also explain about the weapons, and the fact that the Gods have me out on a quest, because somehow, the Celts didn't know about my Quest.
Once done with my own tale, I ask, "Who is that? I know he's been taught by Scathach, but other than that, nothing."
And boy, does it annoy me. I haven't seen him in my visions, mother didn't tell me anything about it. And Scathach never even mentioned having a student before me. I mean, sure, she's like, 700,000 years old, probably more, so she definitely had another student in the past, but still.
"His name is Cuchulain. He used to be a Mortal son of Lugh, The Sun God of Tír na nÓg, and lived as a mortal, 5000 years ago. I don't know much about him, let alone how he became a God without any of us finding out, but I do know that he's looking for Scathach, his former teacher." Branwen says, frowning at her drink.
Finishing my drink, and pouring some more in Branwen's glass, I say, "Well, we know who knows, and I think it's time I find her."
Drinking the brandy, Branwen says, "Yes, you do that. I need to go to the Otherworld and inform the Tuatha de Danaan of Cuchulain. They will like to know who's been attacking Gods like a coward."
I shrug, not bothered either way. She could have fucked off without telling me, and I wouldn't have minded. Sure, she's attractive, but not something I haven't seen.
I say, "Do you have a way to reach there immediately, or do you want me to open a portal for you?"
Smiling, Branwen says, "While I appreciate the offer, I have a way of going there immediately. Thank you for saving my life, Lord Theos."
I smile in return, and winking at her, I say, "I couldn't just let a beautiful woman die now, could I?"
Branwen chuckles, and after kissing my cheek, walks out the bar. Walking out of the room myself, I throw another, smaller, gemstone towards Bes, bloody cheep skate, and teleport out.
Landing on a mountain, I sit down, take a few deep breaths, and begin my echolocation, this time, focusing on finding Scathach.
Previously, I did not think that Scathach was in trouble, so I left her alone, deliberately avoiding finding her. But now, I need to find her. Both, to get the story, and to protect her.
While Cuchulain, by himself, wouldn't win against Scathach, his possession of the Divine Artefacts can tip the balance in that fight.
Judging by the fact that the Third Eye managed to hide Cuchulain from every Pantheon on Earth, excluding Mother, I can be sure that he can hide from Scathach too.
As my Cosmic Energy rushes out of me in waves, I get an image for my surroundings, despite having my eyes closed. 'This never gets old.' I think to myself, smiling at the view.
Within a few seconds, I encompass the entire country, even finding Ares, sulking around in a bar. Sure enough, I find Scathach, drinking to her heart's content, in one of the Nordic Bars.
Thankfully, there was no sign of Cuchulain anywhere around her. So, either the Third Eye can hide from my Cosmic senses, or Cuchulain still doesn't know where Scathach is.
Making my mind up, I stand up and make a portal. Walking through it, I land in front of a bar, over a thousand miles away from my previous position. I was currently in a country that would be known as Norway in the future, and in front of me, was the bar handled by Aegir, the Norse God of the Sea, and Ale.
I have no idea how he gained two titles that were this.. different. And I wasn't even curious.
Opening the door, I walk right into the bar, to see it filled with the Aesir, all of them drinking passionately. Among them, sitting on a throne with his leg over a table, and a woman on his lap, was Aegir, the Bar owner himself.
Over the noise of the bar goers, Aegir shouts, "Hah! Look who's here! The illusive Jordson!"
As the entire bar goes silent, sans a few whispers about my name, I frown. Gee, thanks Aegir. This was exactly my plan, for you to announce my presence.
Walking towards him, I say, "I was never Illusive, Lord Aegir. I just.. never had the opportunity to come here."
Aegir laughs loudly, the woman on his lap giggling with him, and says, "Lord Aegis, he says! Bah! We're on Midgard, boy. I'm just Aegir here." Looking over the observing crowd, he yells, "The fuck are you looking at?! Get to drinking! Not you, Hermod! You already owe me for the last 3 Barrels!"
As the crowd gets back to their own business, I look around, and say, "While I would love to sit and talk, I am here to find someone. Can you point me in the right direction?"
Getting a bit serious, Aegir says, "Now look here, boy. My customers come here for some peace and quiet." I dryly point towards the shouting match going behind me, so he adds, "I meant Privacy. I'm not going to just point you towards anyone that wants to stay hidden."
The fuck, dude? You literally announced my presence to the entire bar! And you talk about Privacy?!
Sighing, I just wave at him, and say, "That's fine. I'll find her myself then. I'll have a bottle of your finest Ale."
Paying for it, I look around, finding many people with hoods over their faces. Thankfully, I already knew which one Scathach was, and was just trying to seem.. not all-knowing.
So, placing the bottle at the table, I sit in the empty chair in front of Scathach, and start pouring myself a mug full.
"You've gotten bigger. The fuck are you doing here, brat?" Scathach says, sounding annoyed, and clenching her mug tightly.
Downing my first glass, I say, "Aah! That hit the spot." Pouring the ale a second time, I answer, "Looking for you, actually. Why are you hiding?"
"None of your business. Now scram, before I decide I want to teach you a lesson." Scathach says, threatening me.
Chuckling, I ignore her threat, and say, "Well, doesn't matter why you're hiding. For now. We need to talk. In private."
Scathach scowls at me, from under her hood, and just finishes her drink. She picks up my own bottle of Ale, and says, "Come on. I have a room upstairs." But she almost sounds reluctant.
What the hell are you up to, Scathach? What are you hiding from? Is it Cuchulain?
Sighing, I get up, and follow after her, wondering what this Quest will turn to now?
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A/N: Sorry for the late upload. I slept quite early yesterday, at 1 AM. Which is why I couldn't finish this chapter.
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